With that, she was gone, the door closing firmly behind her. It smells wrong. The slender woman sitting cross-legged on the bed with her skirts tucked under her was keeping six colored balls spinning in a wheel between her hands. Mat's face had gone stiff, and he clutched the dagger through his coat till his knuckles were white.
For another, she was beautiful, ivory-pale skin contrasting sharply with long, night-dark hair and black eyes. The Dark One is not slain so easily. See also Seanchan; a dam; sul'dam. Those Aiel are searching for He Who Comes With the Dawn.
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